“Yeah baby, I can be a good boy,” he says, holding that same brutally seductive eye contact. I think I might come undone before he even lays a finger on me. I step forward putting my body against him. I reach a hand out and run my fingers through his perfect hair before gripping it, tipping his head back and kissing him. The kiss is hot enough to melt me. It’s a miracle my knees don’t buckle and I am fairly certain I am only able to stand up straight because I’m leaning against him. Sparks start at my mouth and fizzle all the way down between my thighs.
“Take me to the couch,” I whisper down to his ear. He smirks, standing from his knees and leading me to the couch. I already knew the couch was big but I’m still a little surprised when we both fit comfortably on it.
“What’s next, pretty girl?” he asks, laying me down on the couch, hovering his body over mine. I lean up to kiss him and he meets me halfway, pressing his lips to mine briefly before pulling away to speak. “I need you to talk to me, baby,” he says, leaning down and planting a smaller, sweeter kiss on my lips.
“Touch me,” I pant against his lips. He lets out a chuckle that is pure fucking sex. One that lights me on fire.
“Touch you where?” he prods. I reach for his hand and guide it down my stomach and plant it between my legs. He hums in response with a devilish smirk on his face.
“You want me to touch your pussy, baby?” I nod enthusiastically, biting down on my lip. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve hoped you would ask me to do this?” he asks, pulling at the strings at each side of my bathing suit bottoms. I don’t know how long he’s wanted this but I hope it’s been at least as long as I have.
He wastes no time, slipping his hand between my legs running a finger down my slit and back up before bringing it to his mouth, sucking his finger clean. His eyes screw shut as his head drops quickly into my shoulder with a strained breath.
“You taste like a dream, Audra. Do you know that?” he asks and I feel like I’m floating on another planet, maybe even in another galaxy.
“Your mouth, please,” I pant out at the sight of him licking my juices off his fingers.God, his fucking fingers.“And your fingers, can I have both?”
“You can have everything you want, pretty girl,” he says, sliding his body down mine and dropping his head between my thighs taking one long swipe with his tongue.
“Fucking soaked, Auds. This all for me?” he asks, looking up at me and meeting my gaze. I can’t formulate a fucking word so all I do is moan and push my pussy in his face. He chuckles against me, sending vibrations right through me.
His tongue is lapping at me, stopping with each pass and giving some extra attention to my clit. I think it can’t get any fucking better until he slips a finger in the mix, teasing me at my entrance. My eyes roll back in my head and I am no longer holding anything back, moaning loudly.
“How many fingers can you take, pretty girl?” he asks, pulling a hand up for me to look in reference. I hold my hand up to his and realize two of his will be a lot tighter of a squeeze than two of mine, but as I feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs, I know I can take it.
“Two. I can take two of my own so I can take two of yours,” I say leaning up on my elbows to look down at him.
He groans at my response. “There’s an image I’ll never get out of my head,” he says, attaching his lips to my clit again. His fingers slide up and down my slit gathering wetness.
One more pass and I might start begging but then he sinks one fingertip into me and my back arches off the couch. One finger slides all the way into me with no resistance so when he pulls back out he goes in with a second. The most faint, delicious stretch takes me from quiet moans to a whimpering mess.
“Those little noises, Auds. I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager and embarrass myself,” he groans again, putting his mouth back on me. The combo is too much, too good, too perfect.
“Roman, it’s too much,” I pant. He slows his pace.
“You can take it, Auds. I know you can,” he says wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand.
“It’s too intense,” I whine. He laughs, a real fucking laugh.
“Have you never had an orgasm before?” he asks, eyes flicking up to mine, burning into me.
“Only by myself,” I say, quietly.
“Of course he never got you off.” He huffs a dry laugh, closer to a scoff. “Just relax for me, pretty girl. I’m going to make you see stars.” With that, he lowers his head and goes back to eating me like he’s fucking starving.
His fingers slide back into me and the pressure begins to build again. I wiggle away from him a bit. Every single flick of his tongue causes the pressure to build. It’s like a sparkler shooting up from the base of my spine, higher and higher. I’ve never felt so good in my life and I wonder if this is how sex is always supposed to feel. I’ve only ever had orgasms by myself and this feels entirely different. A million times more intense, I’m hyper-aware of the feeling, but I’m so in my head about getting there that the pressure starts to dissipate.
“Get out of your head. Watch me. Watch me eat this perfect fucking pussy and fuck it with my fingers and when you feel that pressure, tell me. I’ll get you there, baby. I promise.” His mouth is filthy and I love it. His fingers curl inside of me and the pressure is back tenfold.
“God, please don’t stop,” I say pushing myself against him.
“Yeah, that’s more fucking like it,” he moans against me and now I’m a mess, moaning and grabbing his hair holding his mouth to me. Chasing a high that I’ve never, ever had before, not like this.
“I want more,” I cry out.
“Does my girl need another finger to get off?” he coaxes, but I shake my head. The pleasure is too good to fixate on him calling me his girl, but I’d be lying if I said it did nothing for me.
“No, I want to feel you inside of me, please,” I beg reaching for his swim trunks between us. The look on his face is fucking wicked in the most seductive way.
